morgueville,heartland living.

i cried watching the passion of christ today.


my faith has been an on/off thing for the past few years. i totally lost faith about religion in recent years. perhaps i haven't heard the Truth by myself. or something. reading how people give praises, seemed to me that they are merely an affirmation of optimism. i don't know. watching the movie, was painful. seeing Jesus' sufferance through out his last days. the scene when Mary ran picking Jesus up from his fall (that simulatneously showed a young Jesus falling.) had me choked on my tears. the film doesn't have much dialogue, even if it was in latin. in fact there wasn't supposed to have any subtitles. but still, it does speaks volume. and when Jesus cried 'It's finished.' and died. i cringed. it's gory and all, but i think it was perhaps deliberately emphasized to show the pain that Jesus went through. and then there's Satan. which was quite creepy with the whole androgenous getup and perpetual solemn glare. i always had this thing about how films would portray Satan. it interest me alot. gosh i'm a weirdosupremo.


it's a nice film. contemplating watching again, albeit the pain of going through the pain.